Wait 90 days.
Then negotiate. Negotiate a settlement.
There’s my life on a platter. Always settling.
Nothing’s given. Just take (it). Take what’s given.
I don’t want to see your face anymore. I want to forget you existed. The best is the worst in me.
Dissolution of marriage.
Take your shit and get out. It’s what I should’ve done. Take the loss and leave.
But no.
I keep gaining to lose. The house rules. How can I listen to my heart when I don’t have one?
That’s not true. I have one. But, it ain’t mine.
It’s hers. And, I don’t need it anymore.
March 12, 2008 at 4:54 pm |
We’re all here for ya, Kev! hang in there! Just continue to write and it will all be over before you know it.
March 13, 2008 at 9:58 am |
illusion
solution
dissolution
maybe
but
better than
self-delusion
at least
that’s my conclusion
To lose is to gain is to lose is to gain.
Something we know all too well, isn’t it?